long ago buried tad bits of emotion flood my eyes
with everything i'm trying too hide
all the mess that needs covering up.
but its too late.
you've seen it.
felt it on my lips
and during my kiss, when i gasp
the outward passion is a formation of repetition
that it hasn't been vocalized,
but i spoke it though my broken eyelashes.
hoping you would maybe hear.
my cry for help.
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